Journey

My dearest Sara: why laugh the prophecy; and my mind
Drifts. So much to lie God, and so much to fail; and I paint
Purple, for dear Tamar; and so much to fly—the hands of
Grief; and Wisdom love, a falcon soul: a song of God: a

Box of jewels; and Isaac’s birth, a brother’s plight: a dearth
Of bread: a burning throat; and gameless heart, an angel’s
Friend: and light to soul, a sudden fount; and such to love,
A hunter wise; and such to climb, a ladder wild; and desert

Trees, a piece of fruit; and falling rose, a jasmine soul; and
Faith to live, a tribal rite: a spirit bold, a symbol torn; and
Ankle grip, a cup of soup; a mother’s ruse, a father’s tear;  
And brother’s love, despite the war: a travel far: a fated
Life; and sister’s dance, a husband’s heart: a trade for love:
A tribe of twelve.